Somewhere on a farm in the countryside, Mercy's scythe hit the ground. She leaned against a wall, in opposition to the wall where the Nymphs and Solaria were lined up.
Solaria seemed feverish, breathing an orange mist with a few orange hairs mixed in with her golden highlights.
Vixen gave a slight nod, then looked at Mercy.
"At least untie her, she's choking...and she's too weak to try anything!"
But Mercy remained unfazed by his call, looking out the window at the scenery. Vixen groaned, leaning against the wall.
"If she dies, you will lose your only hostage, think about it! The Queen will know she is dead... then she will k..."
A gust of wind hit the wall next to her. A trail of blood ran down her left cheek revealing a cut.
"I don't care if she dies or not, but if ya keep runnin' yer maw, she will die alone."
Vixen looked in disbelief, the scythe hadn't even moved an inch, so why would she attack?
